stoplight haiku

certainly the interest rate.
most often coined.
this is a remark

panda baby
softly
in Atlanta

it was a ruse.
the light was a ruse,
the night was a ruse.

hoarding
all my money
for a haunted violin

in the old picture:
into one another’s eyes,
cat on her shoulder

mountainside.
fiery talons
caress the sky

not a memory,
but a new thing.
one icy moon away.

the wind’s mistake,
a country
with no land

pow.
pow pow pow.
gaze.

august watched us
watch the rain,
talking

tripping over gifts,
falling into place,
returning to the slow tow of grace

and his mercy,
king rain,
such mercy

tall as an astronaut
eating buildings
melting summer with its mind

talking on phones,
smoking,
smelling good

the woman was gone,
she was walking on,
she tasted just like the sun